Next year in Orlando

The faithful will recite the line “next year in Jerusalem” at their Passover seders this week. 

On what should be the eve of AI-XXIV, let is remember how it has been, should be and will be again.

NEXT YEAR IN ORLANDO

Twenty-twenty-twenty-four hours to go 

AI-XVI’s awaited

Still got shit to do, and places to go, oh 

AI-XVI’s awaited 

So get to the airport, get on a plane 

Hurry hurry hurry, it’s going to be inane 

I cleaned the fucking hot tub, let’s hope it doesn’t drain 

Oh no oh oh oh oh 

So get us to the golf course. Get us to the lanes

Hurry hurry hurry,  this rhyming is a strain

I’m desperately looking for something more germane

Oh no oh oh oh oh 

Just put me in my bath robe, where the fuck's my do

Hurry hurry hurry, I'm covered in tattoos

I can't control my blogging, I can't control my spew

Oh no oh oh oh oh 

I'm putting out the doormats, getting out the chairs

There's 700 posters, and no one really cares

I can't stop singing Gordon, Kathi's pulling out her hair

Oh no oh oh oh oh 

Just put me in a wheelchair, get me to the show 

Hurry hurry hurry, before I go loco 

I can't control my fingers, I can't control my toes 

Oh no oh oh oh oh 

Ba-ba-baba, baba-ba-baba, AI-XVI’s awaited

Ba-ba-baba, baba-ba-baba, AI-XVI’s awaited 

Ba-ba-baba, baba-ba-baba, AI-XVI’s awaited 

I need to be sedated